The lowest point in my life was when I was beaten in public at the school gate in my senior year of high school.
The greatest glory of my life was when I beat those "gods on earth" who wanted to destroy the world to the point where they knelt down and called me daddy many years later.
My anger, they said, was a disease, a weakness.
Later, this "disease" became the sword of Damocles hanging over the heads of conspirators around the world.
This is a legend about dignity, brothers, and how to protect the last civilization in the most uncivilized way.
